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"It was fine, gave me an excuse to finally stop working." He chuckled, following to help as well. |
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"Whatcha want for dinner?" He asked, opening the fridge. |
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"I was gonna cook chicken alfredo unless you want me to make something else?" |
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"Sounds good to me," Caden noted, grabbing a box of noodles and other ingredients. |
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"I can do it. You go rest" She muttered |
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"Babe it's fine, I assure you." He mused |
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"It's my job. It's why you keep me" |
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Caden just laughed. "Nope, try again." |
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"Okay. It's. Why. I'm. Here." She said, drawing out each word |
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